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Last Words on Greece

Lord Byron·1788–1824
Lines:10Movement:Romanticism
WHAT are to me those honours or renown Past or to come, a new-born people's cry?Albeit for such I could despise a crown Of aught save laurel, or for such could die.I am a fool of passion, and a frown Of thine to me is as an adder's eye.To the poor bird whose pinion fluttering down Wafts unto death the breast it bore so high;Such is this maddening fascination grown, So strong thy magic or so weak am I.